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    These niggas don't love me, these bitches wanna fuck me
    My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly
    She fuckin' with a don, I'm fuckin' with a bomb
    They think I'm Osama, whoa, she think I'm off somethin'

    I'm fuckin' with a bad lil' vibe, molly all over her tongue
    I'm 'bout to spot me an opp, I'm 'bout to spin they truck, whoa
    I said: Mama, I got me a switch, we don't give a fuck 'bout luck, huh
    Ah

    Ice on my body, I'm the coolest, trampoline jump for a cougar
    Jump out the jungle, go hectic, I'm leavin' that boy in his 'dulla
    She wanna fuck for the molar, pussy-ass niggas get lit up
    That Pelle-Pelle hold the Ruger, I was just layin' with your girl, huh

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    She like bein' 'round my niggas, she T'd up, she not switchin'
    G6 got me in here glitchin', really rich as fuck, just livin'
    This bitch ain't got no vision, I'ma go 'head and give it to her
    I just been feelin' myself, I found Jesus, Christian Dior

    Got a bitch wanna fuck on the gang, she'll put a stain right on the floor
    Got me feelin' like Jason Chase, I'm switchin' lanes on these whores
    Stop all that talkin', let's do it, you on the internet, boy, stop, boy
    I'm in the field with cleats, SIG in my jeans, I kill boys

    Me and my niggas, we G's, step on bitches, we kick doors
    I stay runnin' up checks and holdin' the knife, it's a sport
    Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court (huh)
    Nigga try to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort

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    Composición: Williams (Gb 2) Mark, Rcubed, Cardo, Playboi Carti y Jarrod Thomas Morgan

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